It's not some weird self-pity or a first-world problem, it's a very real thing.
You don't want to talk about it because there is absolutely nothing interesting to say about it, but it feels a bit like this:
Christmas Day: readings for Year C
8 hours ago
4 comments:
I'm still changing nappies and dealing with child inflicted terrorism.
I feel envy.
B, fair point. I'm glad I'm not a parent of toddlers any more, as cute as they are.
Mark, your picture has gone AWOL.
B, there is no picture. It's just a blank space.
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